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Chapter 18 by Orlog4 Orlog4

What will you do with the little peeper?

Punish her (spanking)

“Alima, would you please tell me what you are doing here?” you ask strict and cross your arms, “how long have you been watching?”

“I … I … I …,” Alima stutters in panic and a tear runs down her cheek.

“Come in!” you order and pull her in you room.

You close the door behind you and take a look on your captive. Alime looks like a girl in headmasters office after being caught smoking.

“M-master,” Alima begins terrified, “p-please let me explain … I … I just wanted …”

“Omega,” you say sharp and use her nickname to make clear this is serious, “before you say anything, let me warn you. If you decide to lie to me, or make some stupid excuses, you are in very deep trouble. Understood?”

“Y-yes … y-yes I … I u-understand,” Alima says and starts to sob, “I … I just … I was just … curious … I … I have never been with a boy before.”

“You … you have never been with a boy?” you ask surprised, “really?”

“I … I was raised in a … in a very … traditional family,” Alima sobs slightly, “I … I was not allowed to … to have contact to boys my age. Well, except my brothers and cousins. And … and when I was an adult … this … this thing with my old masters happened.”

You nod. Alimas former employees stole her immigration papers and wanted to **** her to sleep with them. She refused and they tried to get her deported. It was pure luck Jenny heard about the case and entrusted you with recovering the stolen documents. It worked, but from this day on, Alima had no home and was totally dependent on her friends in the group.

“Ok, I understand,” you finally say calm, “I guess I should have expected this. We pay too less attention to you and your special situation. Still, you can’t just sneak around and peep on guys you are friends with.”

“I … I know …,” Alima sobs ****, “I … I will … never do I again. P-please … p-punish me, m-master, if you want. But … p-please … m-master. Don’t … don’t hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, silly,” you say and put both hands on her shoulders, “I could never hate you. But I have to punish you indeed.”

“Y-yes, of … of course, master,” Alima mumbles and looks nervous to the ground, “I … I’m ready. Do whatever you … feel right. But … but please don’t hate me.”

You sit down on the edge of the bed and point on your lap. Alima immediately lays herself over your knee with her ass in perfect position. The whole situation feels surrealistic. Never before did a girl beg you for punishment. You don’t mind, of course. You have watched a lot of BDSM-porn in the past and a good spanking is never wrong. But either Alima is much more mentally unstable than you thought or she is a secret masochist and enjoys this. You hoped for this outcome, but you would have just allowed her to go if this would have been too much for her.

Alima wears a pair of jogging pants today. It was one of Lillie’s, before it got too small. Alima often wears it on weekends, so you can’t say if she wears it on purpose or not. However, it perfectly stretches over Alima’s beautiful ass. You give it a small squeeze. You can’t believe you are actually doing this. After so long time with little effort with girls.

“Count to 15!” you order and bring your hand down on Alima’s ass. The bang is muffled by the pants and you are sure it isn’t very painful. You don’t want to hurt the poor girl. Alima counts the spanks, just like you told her. sometimes she bites her teeth when you hit her very hard. And when you gently caress her ass, she shivers a little. You have to hold your cock between your legs to keep secret how hard this makes you. Finally, you reach the number 15 and let Alima stand up. But instead of pushing her away now, you hug her tightly and caress her back.

“Th-thanks for … punishing me … master,” Alima says and you feel tears coming out of her eyes again, “and … and for … not being mad at me.”

“I could never hate you,” you say and give Alima a little kiss on the forehead, “and now let me get dressed and follow me downstairs! We will keep this to us and not talk about it in public.”

Together you go down to the dining room, where everyone else already waits impatient.

What brings the day?

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